Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)

Not Anchored

My heart is like a ship that finds no rest,
Tossed here and there upon the stormy breast
Of loves of many hearts too oft conferred.

1. At the Boro Boedoer
2. Soul of America
3. Bless the Babies
4. Perished
5. The Punished

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